14. Escapism
Chapter fourteen
Escapism
I go to the bathroom, ignoring the smarting in my ass and stand at the vanity, seeing as I'm too tender to sit. I turn, trying to see the state of my hair from how he grabbed the back of it. He doesn't just snatch me up, he slides his fingers up the back of my scalp, through the strands and then grips.
And King's grip is hard, no nonsense.
Moving the robe aside, my eyes widen at the sight of several handprints layered over each other all across my flesh. My face burns as hot as my ass at the the realization that I liked him taking control like that. I shake my head, letting my robe fall back into place in favor of brushing an unruly lock of hair behind my ear.
As soon as I get out of here I need to enroll myself in therapy.
Seeing how disheveled the back of my hair is I pick up a brush, intent on fixing myself up. I work on getting the little kinks out, smear on some gloss, and attempt to fix the back of my hair in a fit of vanity. It's only then that I see the diamond on my ring finger. I freeze, the strands between my fingers whisper soft as they flow over the pear shaped diamond when I pull my hand slowly away to hold it in front of me.
It's huge, glittery, and has a band with nothing but diamonds nestled underneath.
My eyes widen in recognition as to why the servants kept calling me Mrs. King but I think hard, trying to remember when the hell we got married.
I'm coming up blank.
Honestly, I'm pissed, feeling robbed at what every little girl dreams of. I didn't get to pick a wedding dress, plan a tasting menu, pick a band, or a venue. He stole all my important firsts right from under me. Freshly irritated, my heart begins to hammer and I turn, making my way determinedly out the bedroom. Xavier is right there, of course, looking stoic and unapproachable as usual. I hold up my hand, wiggling my fingers.
"Did you know about this?" I accuse, narrowing my eyes at him.
His eyes flick to my shimmering diamond, then back to mine. "Yes, Mrs. King." His nonchalant tone sets me on fire and I pivot quickly.
"Where's he at then? He can't get away with this, I won't let him!"
I'm rushing down the stairs before I know it with Xavier behind me. "Mrs. King, Mr. King requested you behave."
"Yeah, and that might have happened before I found out he drugged me and married me without my input on a single goddamn thing." I'm looking this way and that way trying to find him, when I suddenly pass an expansive library and see someone new.
My eyes widen as I take in the sight of a tall, slightly muscular African American man picking a book off a shelf. I stumble to a stop, my heart pounding when I see my chance .
This man isn't staff, he'll help me!
Just as I open my mouth to scream, the man's eyes widen as he gets a good look at my face. I get out a "hel-" before Xavier bands his hand across my mouth and drags me back the way we came. I flail, kicking in his hold all the way up the stairs and back down the hallway. "NO!" I yell, my mouth muffled by his broad hand barely gets a word out.
Gustavo stands outside King's door, watching us carefully as Xavier keeps going, dragging me through the doorway. I push off the floor with all my might, jerk my head back and then headbutt him as hard as I can.
He curses, we stumble, and suddenly we're falling through the air, having tripped on the leg of the bench in front of King's bed.
We hit the floor hard, landing in the middle of our chaos with him on top of me and my robe parted at my waist. I twist and nail him with an elbow to his shoulder, pulling a foot up against his chest and pushing hard. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream, praying that the man downstairs will hear me and notice something is wrong.
Xavier lays heavily on top of me, puts his hand over my mouth and lifts me up quickly, turning me and placing my back against his front, holding one of my arms tight behind my back. We're panting heavily, our labored breathing breaking the silence in the room as Marianne comes through the threshold with wide eyes. She flits shocked eyes from him to me, and then back to Xavier again before lowering her gaze down my body seeing the rumpled state of my dress and his black uniform.
I become painfully aware of my nakedness exposed to the room. However Gustavo respectfully keeps his eyes averted.
She walks up to me and pulls my gaping robe together, reties the sash, and leaves without a word. I wait for Xavier to let me go but he doesn't. He doesn't say anything. And neither does Gustavo, who's adopted a rather worried expression on his face. A couple long minutes pass as we just stand there silently. But I'm quieting, the anger giving way to anxiety because something's going on that I'm not aware of.
And it gets worst the longer we wait.
The tightness of Xavier's body doesn't feel right. The energy doesn't feel right.
It's oppressive, suffocating. And I realize that I'm picking up on Xavier's energy as well as my own. I can't help but whimper as a feeling of dread suddenly drapes over me because I fucked up.
Badly.
A few minutes later King walks in the room, his eyes narrow before pinning us both with a sharp stare.
The room goes eerily quiet, the silence punctuated by my erratic breathing that sounds like a roaring in my ears.
His eyes lower from mine in a painfully slow descent down my body as I struggle to keep my breasts from heaving. Curious as to why he's being so dramatic about a restraint, I bristle, anger mixing in with heightened anxiety to give me a new feeling I don't have a name for.
I'm sorely tempted to see what he sees, because the way he's taking his sweet time is making me feel like I'm a circus freak attraction or something.
I could easily turn my head to see our reflections in the dresser mirror, however I'm scared to look; because with no bra, I can only imagine how I appear with Xavier's arm wrapped tightly around me. His forearm is nestled between my breasts, and his hand is tight against my mouth and chin. He has my right arm twisted behind my back and as I flex my toes I blink, suddenly realizing for the first time that my feet aren't touching the floor.
He's holding me suspended almost a foot off the ground. It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable for sure.
"Put her down," King says quietly, a bit too calmly considering I just tried to alert his company that I'm being held hostage. But his attention isn't on me; ironically, it's on Xavier .
I'm lowered slowly, and as my feet touch the rug I keep my eyes trained hard on King who is studiously ignoring me. The second Xavier's grip falls from my arm, I hastily back up all the way until my sore ass hits the nightstand. The silence swells, amplifying to a ringing in my ear that's so intense I can't delude myself into thinking I'm getting out of this without consequences.
I have no clue what the fuck is going on, but I don't want to be in the middle of it.
King's blue eyes turn to ice as he drags his gaze slowly down Xavier's body, and it's so thorough that I peek over and look too. My lips tighten, seeing Xavier's nose is bleeding, a button at the top of his shirt is undone, his shirt is untucked on the left side and he looks wrinkled and rumpled. But then I see it.
And it makes my heart draw to a painful and sudden stop.
Ohhhh mother of God. Oh my fucking Jesus.
There's a smear of my arousal from earlier on his pants to the left of his zipper. My eyes shut and my fingers fly to my lips as I say a quick, silent prayer for mercy.
I want to scream for help for a different reason now.
My eyes open to flicker towards the doorway to see if I might even have half a chance of running. But my eyes can't even make it past King, who's standing deathly still with his eyes nailed to the stain on Xavier's pants. I feel a tremor starting deep down in my bones when his face flushes and his brow twitches, a muscle clenches in his jaw and his eyes slide slowly to mine. My lips tremble.
This is worse than bad.
Matter of fact, I would like to faint dead away in the floor at the raw, oppressive energy that emits from King.
Xavier opens his mouth to speak, and I take a step forward, intending to jump to his defense and explain to King what happened but he just holds a hand up, effectively quieting my reasoning. My eyes go wide at the action, but a movement distracts me and I blink stupidly, glancing over and seeing Marianne enter the doorway looking nervous.
My eyes flit to the side seeing Gustavo has his lips tight, and his arms folded stoically.
King's entire demeanor screams danger as he takes one single step to Xavier and pins him with a stare I hope I never ever, ever see again. I close my eyes like a child would, as if that's going to magically make it all go away.
"I'm sorry-" I whisper, but King's deep voice overpowers mine easily. Eating up my words as if I never spoke them.
"Did you put your body on top of my wife?" King says in a tone that immediately has my blood freezing.
Ohhhh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I take a shuddering breath and place a shaky hand to my stomach and press. I think I'm going to throw up.
I shiver, shaking my head no, willing to take whatever punishment might be in my future for lying, but King's sole attention is on Xavier right now, not me.
Xavier nods once and then all hell breaks loose.
King's face contorts as he sinks his fist hard into Xavier's stomach on a grunt. Xavier doubles but then jerks back up as King delivers a nasty sounding uppercut to his jaw. I scream, putting my hands to my mouth and step around the nightstand. Stumbling back a few steps as this man, who has always been so calm and respectful to his staff, and even me up until he abducted me, pummels Xavier in the middle of the bedroom.
I stand here, knees knocking together as King shows me that for the rest of forever I had better be careful with my behavior around other men.
Hit after hit rings out throughout the room and it's only when Xavier falls to his knee, holding a hand to his rib and groaning with blood dripping out of his mouth, do I snap out of it.
"King," I yell. "King- Hendrix! Stop!" I scream so loud I feel the blood rush to my face and a ringing enter my ears. King pauses in the middle of another punch, and snaps his head to the side to look at me. When his eyes meet mine I falter, losing the quick burst of bravado that made me stand up to him. "Oh shit," I whimper.
Turning fast, I scramble across my bed, hitting the floor running as I flee to the bathroom. The closest place I can go to get away from the look he just gave me.
"I told you not to fucking put your body on my wife under any circumstances! Do you fucking get it now? Do you?" King yells as I crash through the door, hearing it slam against the wall. "Get out into the hallway, all of you," he says from behind me, but his words fade into the background as I'm single handedly intent on getting space between him and me.
I knock my knee hard clambering over the clawfoot tub at the end of the room and hunker down with my back against the wall, wrapping my fingers over the lip of the tub. Goosebumps erupt across my skin at the creak of the door opening and I lower even further when he appears in the doorway. I wet my lips as his eyes meet mine.
Cold as fucking ice.
"H-Hang on, I don't want any trouble-" I say through gasping breaths. And I certainly don't want a repeat of this morning .
My skin burns as he advances closer, his gait controlled and steady, and his brow pulled low. "Oh Isobel, we are so far beyond that it's almost laughable." He walks deeper into the room, his eyes unwavering on mine. "He was on top of you?" he says, so quietly I know it's a trap.
I shake my head. "King, I swear to God, it was an accident. I was trying to scream for help, he stopped me, I tripped on the bench and we fell. That is it!"
I'm explaining with everything in me, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't care about the details.
Only this one detail.
"I asked, was he on top of you!?" he says sharply.
"Yes." My lips tremble. "Please don't beat me," I say in a small voice.
"Beat you?" he half scoffs. "No. No that's why he got the ass beating he got, so you didn't have to. Give me a little more credit than that." His eyes turn hard as he regards me. I stay silent, watching as he folds his arms and spreads his legs. "He could have seriously injured you, falling on top of you like that. He is three times your size!" he says loudly, causing me to flinch. His face turns to stone as his expression changes from angry, to serious. "He was clumsy. and I don't pay my men to be clumsy. To be careless with the one person who means everything to me. Out of all the things I cherish, you are at the top of that list. I value you above all else!" He empasises with a single, passionate shake of his head. "I told him to not put his body on top of yours, Isobel!" he snaps. "I get you're angry. I get you're upset, but even you need to understand that when you are up against a man much bigger than you, acting the way you act" -ouch- "that chances are, you will get hurt."
My lips tremble. "It's your fault for abducting me," I say in a small voice. "A-And not giving me any underwear. This is all on you!"
His eyes narrow at me, and from the look on his face I can tell I'm in danger. In this moment I question everything I thought I knew about him.
This is not a King I ever want to mess with.
His eyes leave mine to drag my body in a thorough assessment. "Be that as it may. This was a lesson for the both of us. However, if you pull this shit again, I'm going to think you want him on top of you-"
Nope.
“I don’t-“ I gasp, my heart pounding as the blood rushes in my ears. “I don’t want his body on mine. I don’t, King, I don’t!" I plead hard, keeping myself behind the claw foot tub. "But I'm going to fight back, King. You're keeping me here against my will you can't expect me to just lie down and take it- that's crazy!"
"I'm not crazy."
"You're jealous!" I snap. "Jealous people do crazy things!"
King circles slowly towards me, closing the distance between us. Forcing me to fall back onto my hands, quickly crab-walking away from him. His head tilts dangerously. “Oh. You wanted to make me jealous then?”
Oh God. I'm making this worse somehow.
“No!” My eyes go wide as I continue to walk backwards on my hands, inching away from him.
His feet, in a pair of dark brown dress shoes, hit the shiny tile with a little clack. Heel toe, heel toe, just playing with me like I’m prey.
King's blue eyes harden and narrow even more. “Or maybe you wanted to piss me off, perhaps? Because you didn’t manage to dig under my skin enough this morning?!” he barks at me and I let out a whine, swallowing hard as his eyes glaze over now, and I’m not sure what emotion’s winning at the moment, anger or passion.
In my desperation I crumble, shaking as I continue to scooch back until my shoulders hit the wall behind me.
“I promise I wasn’t trying to be manipulative! I wouldn’t do that to you, King. Even if I am mad at you, I would never purposefully try and make you jealous! Especially with the security!” I yell.
“You wouldn't be the first woman to tempt a security guard to get back at her man for something. ” He steps towards me again, resuming our cat and mouse game. By the tilt of his head and the shrewd cut of his eyes, I'm sensing that he is very much indeed toying with me. Trying to goad me like I goad him. “And you seemed mighty flustered back there."
The sly tip of his smile causes the blood to rush from my head and almost choke at the feel of my heart lodging itself in my throat. Ignoring the burn in my arms, I inch out from around the wall and begin to crab walk backwards again, feeling my robe slipping dangerously close to exposing my pussy.
My lips tremble. "B-But I wasn't flustered because of him! I was flustered because of you!“
"Me?" he retorts. "What about me?"
I inhale sharply, my eyes flickering away. "You make me… f-feel..." I cut my words off, too nervous to say anymore.
King's face flushes slightly at my words, and his body visibly tightens, drawing my attention elsewhere. "Feel what, Isobel?"
I loose my bravado. "Nothing." I firm my voice back up, grasping at nonchalance.
My eyes dip low at the sight of his cock swelling against his pants, and my clit twinges in response. My vagina swells with blood, making me feel heavy and weighed down with desire. In a quick move, he unbuttons the sleeves at his wrists, and begins to roll them up to his elbows. My eyes flicker from his hands to his eyes and back again.
"So you let me fuck you, and didn't feel anything for me."
I tip my chin up. "Yes."
He becomes even more amused. “You’re a fucking liar, Isobel.”
I make a rough sound of offense. “No I’m not!” I snap, even though I very much am lying about my lack of feelings for him. I just don't like to be called a liar about all the other things that matter. “I may be a lot of things, King, but a liar ain’t one of them!”
King scoffs and slows his pursuit, choosing instead to hike his pants up at his thighs and then hunker down to almost eye level with me. My heart free falls from my throat down to my stomach. “Ohhh I disagree. You’re either lying to me, or you’re lying to yourself.” His voice is stern, so no-nonsense that it pulls at something inside of me.
"I can fuck someone without having an interest in them…. having feelings for them. Look at how I did Christopher for two years," I say with a slight growl.
That peaks his interest, because his brow arches and his eyes harden even more. I snap my mouth shut and hurriedly look away because damn. That was wild for even me to hear come out of my mouth,
"Isobel, why are you pretending that you don't feel what's between us?" he asks softly, a sad look entering his eyes that takes my breath away, but them he gives it right back with his very next words. "When I placed myself inside of you that first time, I could see in your eyes everything I needed to know."
My lips part on a short gasp of air. If my heart could leap out of my chest, I think it very well would. "I can fuck you without feeling anything," I say weakly. "I can-"
I can, but I am lying. I feel things for him I'm not ready to face.
He scoffs quietly, shaking his head.
Feeling challenged and insulted my eyes narrow at him as I rear up on my knees. Glaring at him angrily, I unlock my jaw to yell at him. “Okay, well, fuck me then and look in my eyes again and see for yourself if you think I’m lying, you stupid piece of- “
He moves fast and I scream, being snatched up and thrown in the air, tossed over his shoulder.
Fisting my hands in his shirt, I can't even bring myself to care that I was just manipulated into asking him to fuck me.
King walks me straight past his bed and into my bedroom. And before I can ask why he won’t fuck me in his, he tosses me on my back, making me bounce hard and robbing me of the breath in my lungs. Right before I can inhale to get it back, he rips my robe off my body, his head buries between my legs and I yelp, feeling him clamp down on my clit hard.
There’s no foreplay, no soft licking, no teasing. Not like how Christopher did the couple times he was down there. No, King goes right for the jugular, no matter how sensitive and not ready I might be. It’s then I realize Christopher never got me off because he didn’ t know what he was doing. All that softness was nonsense and never enough.
King nibbles at my clit and I stiffen, arching my back and pulling my knees back.
My clit twitches and I flinch as he twists his head and begins a rhythmic, rough sucking that’s got my toes curling and my eyes crossing. But what really makes my stomach tighten isn’t him suddenly pushing a finger inside of me and twisting, it’s the wet smacking noises that come from his mouth.
Obviously enjoying himself, he doesn’t hold back. Groaning and growling like a man starved as his head bobs between my legs and his finger pumps to the knuckle at the base of his hand and twists, pressing hard.
“Ahh... aahhhh!” My brows furrow as a hot, overwhelming feeling makes its way through my body and I tilt my hips to the right trying to cope. He pulls back, licking at my clit repeatedly before suddenly tightening his teeth on my clit and then sawing side to side catching me off guard.
My orgasm hits me hard and I yell out, jerking my hips up trying to buck him off me.
“King,” I gasp, my legs begin to shake as I break out into a sweat. “K-King…I came. I came.” A shuddering whimper leaves me as he remains silent as he just sucks and sucks. “Oh God.”
I lift my head up, seeing he’s completely lost in me.
But then his free hand sneaks up my body, surprising me. I bite my lip as his fingers trap a nipple tightly and rolls, making me exhale hotly through my nose and squeeze my eyes shut as I moan deliriously with pleasure.
He pushes another finger in to join the first causing me to snap my knees shut around his head. But because his arm is stretched up my body only my left leg curves tight against him, affording him some wiggle room. My heart skips a beat as I lick my lips, forgetting just how thick his fingers are.
“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” I beg, beginning to rock my hips side to side. I tense and squeeze harder, feeling a sudden rush of cum slick over his fingers and out of me, wetting the bed beneath my ass. “I need you to f-fuck me!” I gasp, throwing my head back. “King, fuck me! I need you to-“
I bite back a whimper as his fingers pluck my sensitive nipple, and I fight a rush of dizziness as I’m being tossed headfirst into my third orgasm. I think this one might kill me.
Desperate, I snatch at his hand and his hair, trying to pull him off.
“You sound so pretty.” His deep voice praising me makes me feel weak and powerful all at the same time. I come again at the sound of his rough tenor vibrating against my pussy. “Begging for your King to fuck you like a good girl.”
I’m drunk on endorphins running through me and I begin to thrash, my body too sensitive and strung out. “Ohhhh, oh no!” I jackknife up at the next orgasm, this one making me squirt and taking me completely by surprise as that’s never happened before.
It’s a lot, and I’m torn between feeling like I'm being suffocated by pleasure, and also dying of embarrassment because King is still down there, working me through it. I’m trying to squeeze my legs together to stem it when I fall back on the bed panting, covered in a mist of sweat, completely spent.
King unlatches me from the wicked hold of his lips and then crawls up my body, divesting himself of his shirt and pants. He catches my eye before bending down to instead latch himself onto a sensitive nipple and nips rather hard before sucking the sting away .
I stiffen at his manipulation of my nipple and the warm, fragrant smell of my pussy that suddenly invades my nose. His chin is wet with my juices where it rubs against my breast. My scent is all over him and it drives my desire to even greater heights.
He bites down again before licking the sting away and I’m lost, moaning a long drawn out pleading for mercy. For him to put me out of this sexual misery he’s so thoroughly embroiled me in. My hands come up to grip his ass tightly, needing to feel him against my palms.
“Oh,” he mocks me, “Oh, oh, ohhhh how you whimper, moan, and plead for me.” He pulls away from my nipple and pins me with a glare. “None of that fucking matters because I don’t care how much you beg, how much you cry, how hard you shudder, how deep you dig your nails into my ass, I’m not a nice man in the bedroom and I will not give you any mercy, do you understand?”
I whimper.
"Say it."
“Y-yes, King, yes.”
“Now, I want you to reach down and spread your pussy for me." His eyes meet mine with a hard look as I shake my head no silently. "Yes. Spread it open so I can get in there the way I need to.”
I begin to pant heaving breaths.
The memory of him spreading me apart with his dick hits me full force and I’m filled with nervousness, anxious at him entering me again. King growls, and the fierceness of the sound makes my eyes go wide, causing me to tremble in earnest when he puts his lips to my ear.
“That nasty attitude is about to be met with some even nastier fucking. I’m getting ready to exorcise that demon inside of you, baby, and I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not stopping until you give me what I want.” I let out a shocked gasp when his hand suddenly wraps around my neck, flexing around my throat, letting me know he’s serious.
Moaning miserably, I'm suffering as the burn in my pussy flares hotter, and the banging in my heart ramps up. It’s when I know I’m truly in trouble. He’s found the on switch to my body.
It’s when I also realize, my new husband has the upper hand. I clench hard, liking it.
“Ready to go to church, baby?”
I nod, silently.
“Good girl. Now reach down, and spread your pussy for me.”
“Yes sir.”
My hands slick down my body obediently, my sweat making the glide easier. And as I touch myself for him, I can feel I'm gone.
Just not in the way I thought I'd be.